Two Men And Their Cocks

I met two men yesterday. Within 5 minutes of being introduced to me they’d got out their cocks and were proudly showing them off . Anywhere else in the world this might seem rather forward but this is Bali and on Bali things are done a little differently.

I was delighted to see their cocks but also a little nervous as to what they planned to do with them. This is after all cockfighting country. As it happened the cocks had been brought out for grooming and to get some sunshine. As these two handsome fowl were introduced, I could see that feathers might fly if they were allowed to fight.

The tradition of cockfighting in Bali goes back hundreds of years. When I was doing my research for this post, I found this link.

If you are interested in learning more about the significance of cockfighting in Bali I recommend that you read it. I know that there will be some of you reading this who will find the whole notion of cockfighting totally unacceptable and I understand. It’s not something that rests easy with me either. However, it is not for me to pass judgement or wag fingers. I write and photograph what I see and as cockfighting is part and parcel of Balinese life then it has a much a place on this blog as all the other things that I write about and visually catalogue.

The Balinese men really do love their cockerels. Wayan my housekeeper, always says that her husband loves his cockerels more than he loves her. I’m not sure that’s strictly true but he does spend a lot of time with them!

hahaha!! I’m now beginning to wonder how much spam I’m going to be getting too! maybe my play on words wasn’t such a bright idea. Ever since my post Ratus Vagina i’ve been deluged with spam and the oddest hits from google – unprintable but very amusing to see come up in the google search engine! :D

On my first ever trip to Bali I found postcards bearing the description ‘old man petting his cock’ (I think without a hint of irony). I promptly sent one to everyone I knew at home. A trifle juvenile I know but it’s the level I work at.
Great pics!

Finally getting around to reading this post that has/had your readers quite amused. The titile of course is too funny. Yes, the roosters are pretty. Such a shame how mankind continues to use animals for entertainment. The fighting of roosters, bulls, and dogs. Then there is greyhound racing and yes, I put horse racing in this same category. Here is the states once in a while the law steps in and makes arrests of cock and dog fighting rings.

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From Indonesia to Spain. One woman's journey.

Hello, I'm Lottie

When I was a little girl, I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to be a nun or a ballet dancer when I was 'grown-up'. Around the age of 13 I developed large bosoms and a hefty backside which put paid to the ballet dancer dream. No one wants to see a fat girl in a tutu and the fact that I'd never had a ballet lesson in my life was by the by. My other dream, that of being a nun (and I blame watching The Song Of Bernadette at an impressionable age for that) was shattered the day that I sat next to one on a train. She was the grumpiest and most foul-mouthed soul that I have ever met. My fantasy of a life spent doing good deeds, and losing myself in prayer and contemplation flew straight out of the train window. In hindsight it was a blessing in disguise.

As a 'grown-up', I've done many things over the years and had many jobs, but my greatest and happiest acheivement is being the mother of 5 strapping children. I am enormously proud of them, and also of my step-daughter, Izzy who came into my life, along with her father 5 years ago.

3 years ago I turned my life upside down and moved to Indonesia. The first six months of my sojourn in Jakarta were spent hovering over a squat toilet. An unfortunate side effect of my delicate Anglo/Dutch constitution getting to grips with new food, humid tropical climate, and the myriad alien pathogens of Jakarta.

Our two year stay in Indonesia was a happy time and overall a great experience. But all good things must come to an end and so when Pete's work contract finished, rather than move back to London we decided instead to set up a new home in rural Spain. In October 2013 we relocated from Jakarta to Andalucia. It is here amongst the olive groves that I write The Rioja Diaries lottienevin.com and also my new blog, Gumboots and Goats http://gumbootsandgoats.wordpress.com/ a 'mommy' blog with a difference.

I'm never happier than when I'm working on projects with Pete. Photography, painting and making short films are some of the things that we love doing together. We make a pretty good team.

I started to write a blog shortly after we arrived in Indonesia and have since been invited to write articles for expat websites and magazines.

Links to both my Wordpress blogs can be found on my about.me site and at the bottom of this page.

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